“You’re risking cumming away everything you are, you know. Do you even care, or is it all worth it for one more spurt?”

After she comes down from pumping what feels like half a liter of cum and at least a third of who she is as a person into Aire’s cunt it’s finally too much for her to convince herself that she isn’t losing enough for it to be dangerous.

Does she care?

Aire’s pussy squeezes.

Christa’s cock throbs.

The memory of orgasm pulls temptingly at her thoughts.

No. She doesn’t.

She wants to cum again.

“Well, if you’re so interested in more pleasure, why don’t I just remove that pesky protection on you? Your next orgasm would be so strong it’d wipe most of your brain clean, but you don’t care about that, right? What does it matter if you forget your own name? Even after your mind’s mostly gone, you’ll still be able to cum. That’s all that matters, right?”

This could feel even better?

Christa’s pleasure-addled mind doesn’t care about the rest of it.

“Yesh. Make. Make it bett’r. Need it.”

“Well, if you’re absolutely sure…”

And she does.

Christa hadn’t actually realized that she could get even hornier.

Her lust rises and rises and rises until the sheer hotness of being inside Aire is enough to trigger an orgasm. It’s better than all of the others but somehow that’s still not enough.

As she orgasms she frantically thrusts her cock in and out of Aire, suddenly desperate for it to feel even better. She feels Aire’s pussy convulse rhythmically on her cock, but doesn’t have the presence of mind to realize that means Aire’s cumming. What she does notice is the way that her pleasure immediately doubles.

The orgasm grows and grows, filling her mind more and more. As it does, it pushes out everything else. More and more of her memories fade with every pulse. Along with them goes everything she cares about more complicated than simple hunger for pleasure.

And it doesn’t stop. As long as she keeps thrusting, her orgasm keeps going.

Gonna cum forever, she thinks dreamily.

As she cums and cums and cums she spurts out everything the pleasure persuades her is worth less than it is.

There’s nothing in her own mind worth thinking about or paying attention to besides how nice it feels to cum.

Making decisions is easy; which option will let her orgasm? No need for complicated thoughts.

What use are words? She doesn’t need those to reach down and stroke her cock, or to thrust into Aire’s pussy.

She cums it all out to make space for more pleasure.

Even after its clear that that the pleasure has done as much damage to Christa's mind as it can, Aire continues to enjoy it for a while. But not forever. This is nice, but eventually she decides she wants to do it all over again more than she wants to luxuriate in her victory.

It’s easy enough for her to reach into her pet’s mind and just turn it off while its not needed.

As far as Christa's concerned she will cum forever. Her mind's too broken and addicted to pleasure now to do anything else while it’s online.

Aire has no memories in a world in which things as malicious as her exist. She is aware of how dangerous a situation that puts her in. So, she keeps her main body with her pet in her cave and sends off her secondary body out into the world. If the worst should happen and it dies, it would merely be the work of a few orgasms with her pet to replace it. Her pet, however, she thinks is perhaps precious enough not to risk so easily.

And so, off she goes, keen to find another toy to play with.